First off... how did Chicken Little give an Academy Award? I'll just try not to wrap my mind around that one.
I was able to really relax and unwind last night, which is a welcome change. I watched a couple great movies I've been putting off... a couple that I just recently got from Cynthia from Georgia: Beyond Borders & The Exorcism of Emily Rose. If you haven't had the chance to watch either of these movies, I would recommend them. Angelina Jolie gives a glimpse into the harshest and most damned places around the world. I can see why, now, she adopted children from both Ethiopia and Cambodia. The images from that film were horrifying. Emily Rose was entertaining and just a good ol' nail biter.
I spent all of today in Buffalo and Niagara Falls with Nola, my sister, whom was injured on Friday night in a horrifying "washing of the hands" ritual gone bad. I picked her up and we headed off to Amy's Place for the world' best pancakes. If you recall, Jake had taken me here last year and the place thoroughly impressed me. From its random coffee cups (I got world's best grandpa) to being stuffed in with standing room only, the place was truly a wonderful dining experience. It seems in the past year, ownership has changed hands and the food has taken a dive, but I forgive them. Still a great place to go.
The falls were great. We got lost trying to find our way, and it got really cold, albeit sunny, throughout the afternoon. But I took over 130 pictures and several great movies, and Nola enjoyed the sites. I made her hobble around on her bum foot. The scenery was amazing. The mist had created a mountain of ice shaped in the swirls of wind and rock that just really sparkled in the sunlight. If it hadn't been so cold, I could see spending an entire afternoon there just enjoying the soft sound of 150,000 gallons of water rushing over every second. Though the heights on the tower made me quiver. While I don't mind putting myself in such positions... I usually get a horrible twist in my gut when I do.
To continue on my torture of Nola's poor stitched foot, we headed off the outlets at Niagara for a couple hours of shopping. This mall is one of the few I've ever been able to find a pair of shoes that fit me, so I had high hopes. Unfortunately, I left the place empty handed. I spent the rest of the evening just hanging out with Nola at her malformed and abominable college. She treated me to dinner at her dining hall, which consisted of a single cashier who also became cook and server. I'm sure she also cleans the dorms and teaches in the history department. This school is small... and I just simply don't know how it survives. Nola plans on transferring for next year. I say... uhh.. yeah. I never realized how good I had it at my school until I see what else it out there.
So I finish out my night watching the Oscars... listening to Jon Stewart's jokes. This week is filled with lots of busy work, annoying meetings and a wedding to round it out. Can I go back to bed?